âPerhaps, something is wrong with you. Thatâs why youâre engaged to him.â
âYes. I have no choice but to do it.â Yernia replied, sighing.
Yernia had given up trying to explain herself.
Her family had already prepared for their wedding in secret, and rumors had spread far and wide.
She didnât care about the rumors since all of that would die down and vanish.
Yerniaâs biggest problem was Cassianâs fate since the man would die if she tried to erase it.
Cassian would also die if she ran away and left him behind.
She was sure that Herena would show up sooner or later.
But before that, Yernia had to guide Cassian because nobody could do it except her.
An Esper without a guide was considered feral, and they will have to be put down.
âIs it that big of a deal to marry a childhood friend? Whatever. I guess I will have to live with it now.â Yernia said coldly as she glanced at the indifferent old man she had spoken to. âYou donât have any girl friends, do you?â
âWellâ¦â
âThatâs what I said. If my situation was easy, would I even be here? If you had a friend who had the same gender as you, would you kiss that person?â
If Yernia married Cassian, she had to kiss him and maybe do more.
He shook his head and scrunched his face in disgust.
Perhaps, the old man had finally understood her point.
âIâd rather die than do that.â
âI feel the same way, Mister.â
He didnât expect to hear such depressing concerns from a beautiful young madame.
âIt must suck to be you right now.â
âThank you for your understanding.â
As Yernia drank her alcohol, the old man sitting across from her moved toward Yerniaâs side.
âDo you want me to comfort you, my Lady?â
The old man tried to grab Yernia by the shoulder.
âI canât believe that my fiance is cheating on me.â
Someone broke the old manâs wrist and sent him screaming as he fell on the table.
***
Two hours before, he witnessed Yernia in trouble.
âWell, how about this ring, Marquis?â
Cassian scowled at the stiff jeweler who showed him their shopâs best ring.
âAre you telling me that this is the best one?â
âMarquis. This is the trendiest design in our shop.â Sweat trickled down the jewelerâs forehead as he continued, âThis ring is extremely rare, and I only sell it to a few special customersââ
Cassian waved his hand in dismissal and cut him off, âA jewelry is only rare if itâs the only one.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âArenât you ashamed to declare that everything you have is rare?â
Picking up the ring in front of him, Cassian examined it as a jeweler himself.
But so far, he does not like what he saw.
âI canât put this on Yerniaâs ring finger.â
Cassian pushed the ring with his fingertip, and the jeweler screamed, holding out his hands when it fell.
Fortunately, the jeweler caught it before it dropped to the floor.
âHow much is this?â
A few days ago, the Marquis had asked the jeweler to make the most luxurious and unique ring, so he created the trendiest design from his jewelry shop.
His client, the future Duke of Lecardo, seemed to hate it.
âDo you have any designs you prefer, milord? If you give me specific details about this special ring, Iâll make it as soon as possible.â
Of course, the Marquis had the right to be angry since the jeweler had already received twice the ringâs price from him.
If a rumor had spread that he couldnât make the ring the Marquis liked, it would be bad for his jewelry business.
âI told you to do it on your own, didnât I?â
ââ¦â¦.â
âIf I were to tell you what I liked in specifics, would I have splashed my money here and there?â
It was true.
This was the fourth jeweler Cassian had approached, and his disappointment was immeasurable.
He thought the design would be different from the others, but his expectation was the opposite.
âIâll do it again and put my heart on the line, My Lord.â The jeweler said nervously.
âNever mind, just return the extra money you have received.â
âYes?â
âIâm not giving you any chances. Iâll take that ring as a gift.â
It wasnât that much of a waste.
Cassian might have a lot of money in his pockets, but he couldnât leave them in this shop even if he were spending here and there.
He didnât give money to those who hadnât reached his expectations.
âBring me another jeweler. No, Iâll go.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Cassian was bored.
He didnât mean to ask for a unique design.
He just wanted something that would look good on Yerniaâs hand, but no ring had caught his eye so far.
He sought these jewelers himself and visited three shops before the last one.
However, all the rings failed to express him.
Cassianâs face crumpled as he left the jeweler and searched for a new one.
âI must shut down all these jewelry shops. I canât believe theyâre selling such a thing.â
Cassianâs assistant wanted to tell the Marquis honestly that he was being picky, but the words got caught in his throat.